The Eve Of Election Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBDEFGGFHHICCJKK LMMLCCNKKNOOBPPBQQRS SRLLTUUTVVWXXYJJZA2B 2ZC2C2JD2D2JD2D2E2F2 F2G2H2H2I2D2D2I2J2J2 K2AAK2L2L2M2N2N2M2O2 O2N2CCN2

FROM gold to grayA
Our mild sweet dayA
Of Indian Summer fades too soonB
But tenderlyC
Above the seaC
Hangs white and calm the hunter's moonB
In its pale fireD
The village spireE
Shows like the zodiac's spectral lanceF
The painted wallsG
Whereon it fallsG
Transfigured stand in marble tranceF
O'er fallen leavesH
The west wind grievesH
Yet comes a seed time round againI
And morn shall seeC
The State sown freeC
With baleful tares or healthful grainJ
Along the streetK
The shadows meetK
Of Destiny whose hands concealL
The moulds of fateM
That shape the StateM
And make or mar the common wealL
Around I seeC
The powers that beC
I stand by Empire's primal springsN
And princes meetK
In every streetK
And hear the tread of uncrowned kingsN
Hark through the crowdO
The laugh runs loudO
Beneath the sad rebuking moonB
God save the landP
A careless handP
May shake or swerve ere morrow's noonB
No jest is thisQ
One cast amissQ
May blast the hope of Freedom's yearR
Oh take me whereS
Are hearts of prayerS
And foreheads bowed in reverent fearR
Not lightly fallL
Beyond recallL
The written scrolls a breath can floatT
The crowning factU
The kingliest actU
Of Freedom is the freeman's voteT
For pearls that gemV
A diademV
The diver in the deep sea diesW
The regal rightX
We boast to nightX
Is ours through costlier sacrificeY
The blood of VaneJ
His prison painJ
Who traced the path the Pilgrim trodZ
And hers whose faithA2
Drew strength from deathB2
And prayed her Russell up to GodZ
Our hearts grow coldC2
We lightly holdC2
A right which brave men died to gainJ
The stake the cordD2
The axe the swordD2
Grim nurses at its birth of painJ
The shadow rendD2
And o'er us bendD2
O martyrs with your crowns and palmsE2
Breathe through these throngsF2
Your battle songsF2
Your scaffold prayers and dungeon psalmsG2
Look from the skyH2
Like God's great eyeH2
Thou solemn moon with searching beamI2
Till in the sightD2
Of thy pure lightD2
Our mean self seekings meaner seemI2
Shame from our heartsJ2
Unworthy artsJ2
The fraud designed the purpose darkK2
And smite awayA
The hands we layA
Profanely on the sacred arkK2
To party claimsL2
And private aimsL2
Reveal that august face of TruthM2
Whereto are givenN2
The age of heavenN2
The beauty of immortal youthM2
So shall our voiceO2
Of sovereign choiceO2
Swell the deep bass of duty doneN2
And strike the keyC
Of time to beC
When God and man shall speak as oneN2

John Greenleaf Whittier



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